 | Psyche Debauch'd |  |
The Scene open'd, discovers a Crew of Bachanals dressed with Ivy, and Vine-leaves, drinking, and laughing: beyond them a company of Lovers adorn'd with Garlands of Roses, &c. in a pleasant Grove.
Song by the Bacchanals.
While this is a singing, Bacchus rises, riding on a Hogs-head dressed with Vine-branches and Ivy.
Time's an old Rascal, he never will stay,
Yet in spite of his Scythe, and his Glass;
He that flies from his liquors an Ass.
Boy, drink away, Boy drink away.
Song by the Lovers.
While this is singing, Cupid flies down on the Stage.
sings.
While this is singing, all the Bacchanals come on the Stage.
Come my Sons of the Grape, while your faces outshine
The Sun in the Sky, with the juice of the Vine.
Let the pale whining lover discover
How sad are the Chains, and how pleasant are mine.
Cupid
sings.
While this is singing the lovers come on the Stage.
Come happy Lovers, come, and tell,
The joys that in your Bosom's dwell.
The pleasures of the hands and eyes,
How ev'ry look and touch surprize,
Let your perswasive Language prove,
There is no Paradice but Love.
Chorus of all.
We come to dye or win the Field,
For hearts, with Love and Bacchus fill'd.
Can fight, and fall; but never yield.
A Dance of Bacchanals, and Lovers.
A Song by a Lover
SONG. by a Bacchanal.
The Clouds open, and from the inner part of the Heaven, descends Jupiter in his Charriot drawn by Eagles.
Jupiter
sings.
Trumpets are heard a far off, the Heavens divide; and from the furthest end Mercury flies down attended by Fame, and the whole Heaven appears adorn'd with Angels, &c. and Musick.—
Mercury
sings.
A Catch sung in three parts, and danc'd. By Bacchanals and Lovers.
Enter two Elizian Princes, and dance through Hoops.
The Dance ended,
Mercury
speaks to the Audience.
Although the War 'twixt Love and Wine is done,
We dare not triumph, 'till your pleasure's known;
For here the very Gods your Powers own.
If all that Love and Drink loud plaudits ring,
The joyful Gods, and Nymphs again shall sing,
Sing.
—And Nonsy shall injoy her pretty thing.
Song by the Bacchanals.
While this is a singing, Bacchus rises, riding on a Hogs-head dressed with Vine-branches and Ivy.
Time's an old Rascal, he never will stay,
Yet in spite of his Scythe, and his Glass;
He that flies from his liquors an Ass.
Boy, drink away, Boy drink away.
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While this is singing, Cupid flies down on the Stage.
Ah! Charming, Fair, Divine, Ice, Flames & Darts,
Nymph, Goddess, beauties shrine, O eyes and hearts!
Stars, Suns, and Diomands, Roses, and Lillies,
Damon Alexis! Oh Cloris! Ah Phillis!
Powr's, Gods, and Fates, Oh pity joy, and pain,
Languish alass, Fears, Hopes, Smiles, and Disdain.
Oh cruel Nymph! Ah unrelenting Swayn!
Bacchus
Nymph, Goddess, beauties shrine, O eyes and hearts!
Stars, Suns, and Diomands, Roses, and Lillies,
Damon Alexis! Oh Cloris! Ah Phillis!
Powr's, Gods, and Fates, Oh pity joy, and pain,
Languish alass, Fears, Hopes, Smiles, and Disdain.
Oh cruel Nymph! Ah unrelenting Swayn!
sings.
While this is singing, all the Bacchanals come on the Stage.
Come my Sons of the Grape, while your faces outshine
The Sun in the Sky, with the juice of the Vine.
Let the pale whining lover discover
How sad are the Chains, and how pleasant are mine.
Cupid
sings.
While this is singing the lovers come on the Stage.
Come happy Lovers, come, and tell,
The joys that in your Bosom's dwell.
The pleasures of the hands and eyes,
How ev'ry look and touch surprize,
Let your perswasive Language prove,
There is no Paradice but Love.
Chorus of all.
We come to dye or win the Field,
For hearts, with Love and Bacchus fill'd.
Can fight, and fall; but never yield.
A Song by a Lover
When Cælia my heart did surprize,
In an Ocean of grief my fair Goddess did rise,
And like Christal dissolv'd, the tears flow'd from her eyes.
From her beautiful Cheeks, all the Roses withdrew,
And she look'd like a Lilly o'rladen with dew.
In an Ocean of grief my fair Goddess did rise,
And like Christal dissolv'd, the tears flow'd from her eyes.
From her beautiful Cheeks, all the Roses withdrew,
And she look'd like a Lilly o'rladen with dew.
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How sweet did her sorrow appear?
How I trembl'd, and sigh'd, and for every tear,
Made a vew to the Gods, and a Prayer to her,
Oh how soft are the wounds we receive from the fair!
But the joys and the pleasures there's none can declare.
How I trembl'd, and sigh'd, and for every tear,
Made a vew to the Gods, and a Prayer to her,
Oh how soft are the wounds we receive from the fair!
But the joys and the pleasures there's none can declare.
What panting, and fainting, I feel,
When imbracing her feet before Cælia I kneel:
Oh how dear are her smiles! and how sweetly they kill?
Ev'ry minute I dye with the thoughts of her Bliss,
And she breaths a new life in each languishing kiss.
When imbracing her feet before Cælia I kneel:
Oh how dear are her smiles! and how sweetly they kill?
Ev'ry minute I dye with the thoughts of her Bliss,
And she breaths a new life in each languishing kiss.
O Love let us still wear the Chain,
Let no Passion, but love in our fancies e'r reign,
Let us often be cur'd, and ne'r freed from our pain.
All the pleasures of Wine to the Sense are confin'd,
But 'tis Love is the Noblest delight of the mind.
Let no Passion, but love in our fancies e'r reign,
Let us often be cur'd, and ne'r freed from our pain.
All the pleasures of Wine to the Sense are confin'd,
But 'tis Love is the Noblest delight of the mind.
SONG. by a Bacchanal.
Lovers grow pale, and Beauties grow stale;
And their pleasures end all like an old Winters tale.
But the Beauties of Wine do still sparkle and shine,
And make all that love it, and drink it Divine.
And their pleasures end all like an old Winters tale.
But the Beauties of Wine do still sparkle and shine,
And make all that love it, and drink it Divine.
Love makes you old, e'r thirty is told,
But the aged, and cold, become active and bold,
Look as plump, and as brisk as the Grape that's unprest,
When their heads with the Spirit of Wine are possest.
But the aged, and cold, become active and bold,
Look as plump, and as brisk as the Grape that's unprest,
When their heads with the Spirit of Wine are possest.
The Clouds open, and from the inner part of the Heaven, descends Jupiter in his Charriot drawn by Eagles.
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sings.
Let Love and Wine no more contend,
To whose high Pow'rs all Mortals bend.
Before this Assembly, where are
The Amorous, the Youthful, and Fair,
Make an end of your long doubtful War.
Chorus.
To whose high Pow'rs all Mortals bend.
Before this Assembly, where are
The Amorous, the Youthful, and Fair,
Make an end of your long doubtful War.
Why should you quarrel? and fiercely complain?
All the World is your own, & your Rites would maintain:
But without one another, you neither can Reign.
A Chorus of Cupid and Bacchus.
All the World is your own, & your Rites would maintain:
But without one another, you neither can Reign.
Let Hermes the Herald of Heaven, and Fame;
The Union of Cupid, and Bacchus proclaim.
The Union of Cupid, and Bacchus proclaim.
Trumpets are heard a far off, the Heavens divide; and from the furthest end Mercury flies down attended by Fame, and the whole Heaven appears adorn'd with Angels, &c. and Musick.—
Mercury
sings.
To all, and to Singular in this great meeting,
The weighty Gods, Cupid and Bacchus, send greeting.
Whereas by some Poets a wicked design
Of difference, was raised between Love and good Wine.
They now do declare
An end of the War,
And the hearts of all Mortals will equally share.
Chorus.
The weighty Gods, Cupid and Bacchus, send greeting.
Whereas by some Poets a wicked design
Of difference, was raised between Love and good Wine.
They now do declare
An end of the War,
And the hearts of all Mortals will equally share.
When Beauties are cruel to banish your care,
From Love to the Charms of Bacchus repair,
And when Bacchus inflames you with too hot a Fire,
To the pleasures of Love for assistance retire.
From Love to the Charms of Bacchus repair,
And when Bacchus inflames you with too hot a Fire,
To the pleasures of Love for assistance retire.
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Let's love, and drink, and drink, and love, and drink on,
What have we else in this dull World to think on?
But still to love, to drink, and love, and drink on?
What have we else in this dull World to think on?
But still to love, to drink, and love, and drink on?
Let's love, and drink, and drink, and love for ever,
And let each Nymph be made a kind believer.
For he that loves, and drinks, will ne'r deceive her.
And let each Nymph be made a kind believer.
For he that loves, and drinks, will ne'r deceive her.
Enter two Elizian Princes, and dance through Hoops.
The Dance ended,
Mercury
speaks to the Audience.
Although the War 'twixt Love and Wine is done,
We dare not triumph, 'till your pleasure's known;
For here the very Gods your Powers own.
If all that Love and Drink loud plaudits ring,
The joyful Gods, and Nymphs again shall sing,
Sing.
—And Nonsy shall injoy her pretty thing.
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